GENRE: Futuristic urban fantasy
As I stepped out of the bathroom, the cool breeze rustled my damp hair and tickled my nose with this rich, masculine scent. Whoever else was in my hotel room with me had to be good; I hadn't even heard him come in.
Instinctively, I reached for the silkwire bands that should've been around my fingers, but I had taken them off before my shower. Of course I wasn't defenseless; I was Scorpio. I listened for the intruder's steady breathing and pinpointed his location.
Hiding amongst the shadows, I slipped into the darkened bedroom, and came up behind him. As I reached around for his chin, he elbowed me in the gut. Recovering, I round-kicked him in the side.
He turned to face me. As our eyes met, his breath caught, as did mine. For someone sneaking about in other people's rooms, he was not what I expected. In addition to the black mask that covered the lower half of his face, he wore black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and a button up white shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. But still, he had to be hot. I was, and I was wearing shorts and a camisole.
Then I noticed his mask again, like it had been trying to get my attention the whole time. Only I was too busy pretending he wasn't wearing one. Or what it meant that he was. What was another Scorpio doing here? Was he here to terminate me?